The early morning light crept through the curtains as Carol prepared for work, collecting her thoughts and emotions in the calm silence. Two days had passed since the tender moment she shared with Annie, and much to her relief, it seemed as if her daughter had remained asleep throughout her loss of control. There were no traces of uncomfortable conversations or signs of distress from Annie, allowing Carol to breathe a bit easier, slowly.

Annie entered the kitchen that morning, her footsteps light and airy, bright-eyed and with a cheerful smile plastered on her face. Carol looked up from the newspaper spread out on the kitchen table, instantly struck by how radiant her daughter appeared. Annie wore a soft, sky-blue sweater that complemented the hue of her eyes, paired with snug jeans that clung to her slender figure. She moved with an almost unnatural pep in her step, humming a tune as she headed straight toward the coffee machine on the counter.

Carol watched closely, noticing how Annie's long blonde hair swayed gently behind her back.

"Morning, Mom," Annie greeted warmly, pouring herself a steaming cup of coffee, her voice as bright as her smile.

"Good morning," Carol replied with a tentative smile, feeling slightly relieved but still on edge.

Annie turned around and leaned against the counter, cup in hand, her eyes shimmering with curiosity.

"Hey, Mom?" Annie's voice broke through Carol's train of thought.

"Yes, honey?" Carol replied, looking up from her coffee mug.

"Would it be okay if you could pick me up from work later today? I know it's a bit of a hassle, but I'd really appreciate it." Annie's eyes held a hopeful glimmer as she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater.

Carol took a moment to consider the request, mentally running through her work schedule for the day. "Sure, I can do that. But I might be a bit late, maybe half an hour or so—would that be alright? I have a project I need to finish up."

Annie let out a small sigh of relief, her smile widening. "That's totally fine, Mom. Thank you so much! I don't mind waiting a bit longer if you're busy."

Annie grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and took a bite, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Annie's voice was warm with gratitude as she crunched into her apple. "Seriously, thanks for doing this, Mom."

Carol couldn't help but smile at her daughter's gratitude. "It's no problem at all, Annie. That's what family is for, right?"

Annie nodded, her grin unwavering. "Absolutely! And I promise I won't make a habit of it."

As the two women continued their morning routine, the air in the kitchen felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from both their shoulders. Despite the lingering memories of their intimate encounter, Carol found solace in their easy banter and the comforting sense of normalcy that seemed to have returned to their lives.

"I should probably head out soon," Carol said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Don't want to be late for work."

Annie nodded, finishing her apple and tossing the core in the trash. "Yeah, me too. Thanks again for picking me up later, Mom."

"Of course, sweetie." Carol gathered her belongings and headed towards the door, pausing for a moment to look back at her daughter. "I'll see you later, then. Have a good day at work."

"You too, Mom!" Annie called out as Carol stepped outside, the door closing softly behind her.

Carol let out a sigh and shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind. Time to focus on today—work, errands, and picking Annie up later. Whatever weirdness still hung between them, they'd figure it out. They always did. That's just how it worked with family.

The hours ticked by, and before Carol knew it, the workday was drawing to a close. She glanced at the clock, realizing it was time to head out and pick up Annie.

Carol pulled up to the curb outside Annie's workplace, the hum of the engine fading as she shifted the car into park. Her eyes scanned the front of the building, searching for her daughter's familiar figure amongst the small crowd gathered outside.

It didn't take long for Carol to spot Annie, her daughter's long blonde hair catching the late afternoon sunlight like a beacon. Annie stood near the entrance, engaged in conversation with two young men who appeared to be around her age.

As Carol observed the scene before her, she couldn't help but notice the way the men seemed to hang on Annie's every word, their body language openly displaying their interest in the young woman before them. One of the men, a tall, lanky individual with dark hair and a cocky grin, leaned against the wall, his eyes trailing over Annie's figure appreciatively.

The other, a stockier redhead with a smattering of freckles across his nose, stood closer to Annie, his hand resting casually on her arm as he spoke. The intimate gesture sent a flicker of unease through Carol, her motherly instincts kicking into gear.

Annie, for her part, seemed oblivious to the men's attentions, her bright laughter ringing out through the air as she chatted animatedly with them. Carol couldn't help but admire her daughter's carefree demeanor, even as a small part of her worried about the potential implications of the situation.

Carol took a deep breath, steeling herself for the impending interaction. She knew that Annie was an adult, capable of making her own decisions regarding relationships and friendships. But the protective mother in her couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern at the sight of her daughter surrounded by potential suitors.

As soon as Annie's eyes met hers, a warm smile spread across her face as she waved in greeting.

"Hey, Mom!" Annie called out, her voice cheerful and light. "You're right on time."

Annie climbed into the passenger seat, her presence filling the car with youthful energy. "Thanks for picking me up, Mom," she said, her voice bright and cheerful as she settled in and fastened her seatbelt.

Carol smiled warmly at her daughter, the worry from earlier melting away in the face of Annie's vibrant spirit. "It's no problem at all, sweetie," she replied, her eyes crinkling at the corners as her gaze lingered on Annie's face. "How was your day?"

As the car pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic, Annie launched into a detailed account of her workday, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke. Carol listened intently, her eyes occasionally flicking to the road ahead as she navigated the streets.

"But enough about me," Annie said, waving a hand dismissively. "What about you, Mom? How was your day?"

Before Carol could respond, her curiosity got the better of her. "So," she began, her voice carefully neutral, "who were those guys you talked to outside your work?"

Annie glanced at her mother, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, them?" she said, her tone calm. "That was Steven and Mark. They're coworkers of mine."

Carol nodded, her eyes focused on the road ahead even as her mind raced with questions. "They seemed quite... friendly," she said cautiously, unsure of how to broach the subject.

To her surprise, Annie laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Yeah, they're nice enough," she said, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "And I'm well aware that they're into me, Mom. You don't have to worry."

Carol felt a rush of relief at her daughter's words, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Well, as long as you know," she said, her voice warm with affection. "I just don't want anyone taking advantage of you."

Annie reached across the center console, her hand coming to rest on Carol's arm in a gesture of reassurance. "Don't worry, Mom," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I can handle myself. Besides," she added, a grin spreading across her face, "even if Steven is pretty cute, he can't hold a candle to John."

Carol gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, her knuckles whitening. Her chest tightened, and she forced herself to keep her eyes on the road. "I see," she said, her voice steady but clipped.

Annie leaned back in her seat, her tone casual, almost teasing. "Yeah, he only lasted like two minutes..."

Carol's lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked rapidly, her mind grappling with the implications of what Annie had just said. Her mouth went dry, and her pulse quickened. She couldn't help but glance at Annie out of the corner of her eye, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

Annie continued, her voice light and playful, as if recounting a harmless anecdote. "I mean, it was kind of embarrassing, really. One minute we're talking, and the next, you know."

Carol's jaw tightened as Annie's words hung in the air, sharp and unapologetic. Her daughter leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Honestly, Mom, he couldn't even wait. He just pushed me against the lockers, and before I knew it, he was already—"

"Annie," Carol started as her eyes widened, her voice strained, but her daughter cut her off.

"You should've seen it, he only lasted for like two strokes," Annie said, leaning back in her seat, her tone playful. "And then, his cum was everywhere—on my ass, my skirt, even my shoes. It was like he couldn't aim or something." She giggled, shaking her head.

Carol's face flushed, her mind racing. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The image Annie painted was vivid, too vivid, and it sent an unexpected reaction through her.

Carol's chest rose and fell quickly, her fingers tightening around the wheel. Her thoughts spiraled, torn between wanting to stop Annie from saying more and needing to know exactly what had happened. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. "Annie, what the—?"

But before Carol could finish, Annie erupted into laughter, the sound filling the car with unrestrained glee. Her head fell back against the headrest, her shoulders shaking as giggles poured out of her.

Carol froze, her wide eyes darting to Annie. Her daughter's face was flushed with amusement, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard.

Annie wiped at her eyes, still gasping for breath. "Oh my God, Mom, your face!" she managed between laughs. "I got you so good!"

Carol's heart pounded in her chest, her initial shock giving way to a mix of relief and exasperation. Her jaw tightened, and she exhaled sharply through her nose.

"Annie, that wasn't funny," she said, her voice low but not entirely angry.

Annie's laughter subsided into breathless giggles. She turned to Carol, her eyes shining with mischief. "Come on, Mom, you should've seen yourself. You looked like you were about to have a heart attack!"

Carol's grip on the wheel loosened slightly, and she let out a slow breath. Her heart was still racing, but the tension in her shoulders began to ease. She glanced at Annie again, her expression softening despite herself. "You're lucky I didn't crash the car," she muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Annie grinned, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied smirk. "Well, now you know I've still got it. Got you good, didn't I?"

Carol shook her head again, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yeah, you got me," she admitted, her voice dry. She focused back on the road, trying to steady her breathing. Carol opened her mouth, ready to scold Annie for her crude joke, but her thoughts tangled before they could form into words.

Both of them feeling the weight of the following silence, Annie shifted in her seat, her eyes fixed on her mother with an intense curiosity. "Mom," she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of hesitation and intrigue. "Have you ever had a threesome?"

"Annie, I think you already had your fun, don't you think?" Carol said, her voice a mix of disbelief and desperation, though her throat felt dry. "I hope stuff like that is not all you got on your mind today."

Annie shrugged, her expression calm but with a flicker of curiosity in her blue eyes. She leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed casually over her chest. "I don't know. Just popped into my head, I guess." She sounded playful, but something felt off like she meant more than she said.

Carol glanced at her briefly before returning her gaze to the road, her mind racing. "Popped into your head? That's quite the leap, don't you think?"

Annie tilted her head, her blonde hair catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Is it? I mean, we've been talking about this kind of stuff... I figured it wasn't that out of left field." She paused, then added with a sly smile, "Unless it's a touchy subject for you."

Carol felt her cheeks warm, though she wasn't entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or something else. She chuckled nervously, trying to keep the conversation light. "It's not, really, but I don't get you asking me that."

"Okay, fair," Annie conceded, her grin widening. "But you didn't answer the question."

Carol's grip on the wheel tightened again as she let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You're really not letting this go, are you?"

"Nope," Annie said, popping the 'p' with a playful smirk. "Come on, Mom. It's just a question. You don't have to be all mysterious about it."

Carol shook her head, her mind scrambling for a way to navigate this conversation. She wasn't sure if Annie was genuinely curious or just trying to get a rise out of her. Either way, the question had thrown her off balance.

"Annie," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "that's not exactly the kind of thing I'd discuss with my daughter."

Annie raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. "Why not? We've talked about other stuff before. You taught me how to give a blowjob, remember? This isn't that much different."

Carol's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as the memory of that conversation resurfaced. She hadn't expected Annie to bring that up, especially not in this context. "That was... different," she said, her voice faltering slightly.

Annie leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she turned to face Carol more directly. "But isn't that what we've been doing lately? Getting personal? I mean, we've been closer than ever, Mom. I feel like I can talk to you about anything now."

Carol exhaled sharply, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "Alright then," she said, her voice low but steady. She glanced at Annie, who was watching her with that same curious, almost challenging look. "But don't expect me to go into detail. Some things are better left unsaid."

"Well," she said, her voice wavering slightly, "yes, sweetie. I had threesomes in college."

Annie's eyes widened, her mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise. "Threesomes, like several?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch.

Carol nodded slowly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia wash over her, her mind flooded with memories of those wild, carefree days. "Yes," she said, her voice soft with nostalgia. "We were young, experimental, and mostly stupid back then."

"With a girl and a guy or just guys?" Annie pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

Carol hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. But the genuine interest in Annie's eyes spurred her on. Taking another deep breath, she answered honestly, "Both."

Annie's face flushed with excitement as she heard her mother's admission. "Oh wow! What were they like?" She asked eagerly, leaning forward in her seat.

Carol hesitated for a moment before responding, "Well, the one with two guys was... a disaster, to be honest."

"They didn't last very long, huh?" Annie just blurted out.

They both shared a laugh at the outburst, which was not far from the truth, as Carol remembered.

"Yeah, something like that, and the logistics are a challenge, that's why you bring another girl to the 'party,' I guess," Carol commented with a wink, making them both laugh even more.

Carol held in for a second as the memory surfaced—her ex-husband's hands on another woman's hips, the way the girl with the dreadlocks had moaned between them. Her lips parted the confession right there. But Annie's eager expression made her hesitate. No, some stories were better left buried. She swallowed the words.

As the laughter subsided, Annie shot Carol a teasing grin. "Maybe you should call that clerk, what was her name, Jennifer, and invite her over for a fun night with Frank," she suggested, her voice dripping with playful insinuation.

Carol's eyes widened in shock at her daughter's brazen remark. "Annie!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.

Annie giggled at her mother's reaction, her eyes dancing with mischief. "What? It would be hot, don't you think?" she said, her voice light and teasing even as her eyes held a glint of genuine intrigue.

Carol felt her heart skip a beat as she took in the expression on her daughter's face, the lingering laughter fading from her own lips. There was something about the way Annie looked at her in that moment, a flicker of desire hidden beneath the playful facade, that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Annie, stop," Carol stammered, her voice wavering as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Carol's eyes narrowed, a mix of amusement and exasperation warring for dominance. "Annie, you're not the type to even think about those things, let alone try them."

Annie's smile faltered for a moment, but only for a moment. She wiggled her eyebrows, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes. "Oh, Mom, you'd be surprised what I'm capable of," she said, her voice low and husky.

Carol's heart skipped a beat as she took in the expression on her daughter's face, once again not sure if she was kidding or not.

Carol pulled into the driveway, the engine humming softly before she turned the key, and silence settled. Annie unbuckled her seatbelt, her voice casual but laced with something daring. "It's still a hot thought, though—having someone else with me and John."

Carol shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line as she...